Butt Dialed You
(Intro.)
This is a song I think ya’ll can really relate to.
(Verse 1.)
Met you on vacation, and
You were reboundin’ off some other man. And...
Layin’ poolside gettin’ a tan.
Put some lotion on my hand, and. . .
Rubbin’ your body. Feels so nice.
Go to my room, hook up that night.
Makin’ whoopy. Feels so right.
On the bearskin rug by the firelight.
You back it up. I give it a slap.
Then roll over and take a nap.
You took my lovin’. Mojo’s sapped.
Spring down on me like a bear trap.
Now I’m wonderin’ what to do.
My voicemail says I called you.
Once upon a time, but now it’s through.
You got real clingy down in Cancun.
(Chorus.)
Butt dialed you.
It was just an accident.
Butt dialed you.
Must’a been a Freudian slip.
Butt dialed you.
My phone just won’t close
Butt dialed you.
Remember that when I curl your toes.
(Verse 2.)
You were in my video.
Playin’ on your saxophone.
High notes, low notes, all the tones.
Love how your lips blow, so. . .
Makin’ music smoothe as wine.
Matching tempo. You match mine.
Fingertips tracin’ up your spine.
Kissed the sky, and it was divine.
Grab your hips. Make you shake.
Time out for a Gatorade break.
I’ll be back for another take.
It’s okay. You gotta call to make.
Get back, you’re talking to your friend.
I sit down and listen in.
Turns out you’ve got a husband.
You’re calling me back. Don’t want it to end.
(Chorus.)
Butt dialed you.
Blowin’ up my phone.
Butt dialed you.
So I leave it at home.
Butt dialed you.
What’s this number lock part?
Butt dialed you.
And they call my phone smart!
(Verse 3.)
Met you down at the donut shop.
Standin’ in line behind a cop.
Want a glazed donut from the top,
The one the officer just bought.
Reach in my pink box for mine.
First offer, you decline.
I assure you it’s benign.
You smile at me, step out of line.
Proposition. You say no.
You’d rather take things slow.
On our date where you wanna go?
Why don’t you come out to show?
E-mail from you on Monday
Would I like an additional way
To own a business, earn some pay?
Didn’t know you were selling Amway!
(Chorus.)
Butt dialed you.
How is what I wonder.
Butt dialed you.
Thought I deleted your number.
Butt dialed you.
Was try’na blow some steam.
Butt dialed you.
Now I’m in a pyramid scheme.
Butt dialed you!
How’d you make it on my speed dial?
Butt dialed you!
Sellin’ vitamins ain’t my style.
Butt dialed you!
Didn’t mean to call you at all.
Butt dialed you!
It was just... yeah, it was just... it was just... just... a booty call.
Get it?
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, The Sneaker Kings (Dennis Ingram, Jim Lakin, and Michael Magnuson), and Yochanan Winston Ph.D.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Lead Guitar: Michael Magnuson
Bass Guitar: Dennis Ingram
Drums: Jim Lakin
Alto sax, Tenor Sax: Yochanan Winston Ph.D.
This is a song I think ya’ll can really relate to.
(Verse 1.)
Met you on vacation, and
You were reboundin’ off some other man. And...
Layin’ poolside gettin’ a tan.
Put some lotion on my hand, and. . .
Rubbin’ your body. Feels so nice.
Go to my room, hook up that night.
Makin’ whoopy. Feels so right.
On the bearskin rug by the firelight.
You back it up. I give it a slap.
Then roll over and take a nap.
You took my lovin’. Mojo’s sapped.
Spring down on me like a bear trap.
Now I’m wonderin’ what to do.
My voicemail says I called you.
Once upon a time, but now it’s through.
You got real clingy down in Cancun.
(Chorus.)
Butt dialed you.
It was just an accident.
Butt dialed you.
Must’a been a Freudian slip.
Butt dialed you.
My phone just won’t close
Butt dialed you.
Remember that when I curl your toes.
(Verse 2.)
You were in my video.
Playin’ on your saxophone.
High notes, low notes, all the tones.
Love how your lips blow, so. . .
Makin’ music smoothe as wine.
Matching tempo. You match mine.
Fingertips tracin’ up your spine.
Kissed the sky, and it was divine.
Grab your hips. Make you shake.
Time out for a Gatorade break.
I’ll be back for another take.
It’s okay. You gotta call to make.
Get back, you’re talking to your friend.
I sit down and listen in.
Turns out you’ve got a husband.
You’re calling me back. Don’t want it to end.
(Chorus.)
Butt dialed you.
Blowin’ up my phone.
Butt dialed you.
So I leave it at home.
Butt dialed you.
What’s this number lock part?
Butt dialed you.
And they call my phone smart!
(Verse 3.)
Met you down at the donut shop.
Standin’ in line behind a cop.
Want a glazed donut from the top,
The one the officer just bought.
Reach in my pink box for mine.
First offer, you decline.
I assure you it’s benign.
You smile at me, step out of line.
Proposition. You say no.
You’d rather take things slow.
On our date where you wanna go?
Why don’t you come out to show?
E-mail from you on Monday
Would I like an additional way
To own a business, earn some pay?
Didn’t know you were selling Amway!
(Chorus.)
Butt dialed you.
How is what I wonder.
Butt dialed you.
Thought I deleted your number.
Butt dialed you.
Was try’na blow some steam.
Butt dialed you.
Now I’m in a pyramid scheme.
Butt dialed you!
How’d you make it on my speed dial?
Butt dialed you!
Sellin’ vitamins ain’t my style.
Butt dialed you!
Didn’t mean to call you at all.
Butt dialed you!
It was just... yeah, it was just... it was just... just... a booty call.
Get it?
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, The Sneaker Kings (Dennis Ingram, Jim Lakin, and Michael Magnuson), and Yochanan Winston Ph.D.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Lead Guitar: Michael Magnuson
Bass Guitar: Dennis Ingram
Drums: Jim Lakin
Alto sax, Tenor Sax: Yochanan Winston Ph.D.
2011 copyright for all of "Fresh Donuts."
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